Labels: Gringo
Review by: Chris Bress
Finally a record from this lovely bunch of Nottingham-ites. Ive seen this band countless times and have never been disappointed so I guess personally I was really looking forward to this record-maybe for too long in fact!
First things first, this record looks awesome, the cover is beautiful and there’s a pretty funny picture of them all asleep on the insert too.
As soon as the needle hits the vinyl, there’s a faint calm before the storm until all hell breaks loose and woooaahhh! They’re off! They’re pretty relentless, mixing up really noisy guitar parts (not even half as noisy as they are live though), frantic drumming and vocals that wither up and down and are fucking nuts.
Listening to the record is a lot like witnessing them live in fact as a lot of the tracks jump right into the next leaving you with no time to breathe. Luckily for the listener though there are plenty of hooks to hold onto so it doesnt just blur into one fuzzy mess like Racebannon or other bands of that ilk.
There are some definite Clikitat moments going on at times but they manage to make the sound theyre own by pushing it beyond what a lot of older bands did.
Simon’s vocals sound absolutely amazing, I was told by someone that they were a little high in the mix but I wouldn’t say so. The recording is a lot less cleaner than I thought it was going to be though, I guess they make a lot of noise and it would be heard to make a clean precise take on it anyway.
There is also a song called “I, Linedancer”.